More of me to love

Shannon Lowery, 40

Creeping into the kitchen, I held my breath.

I shouldn’t be doing this, I told myself. Tiptoeing across the cold tiles, I opened the fridge.

It was past midnight and I’d had dinner just a few hours ago.

But I needed food.

Soon I was filling my arms.

Yogurts, cheesecake, pieces of pie, sausage rolls, a slab of Cheddar.

Back in my bedroom, it was gone within 10 minutes, but I instantly felt better.

It was summer 2006 and I’d been doing this every night since I was a teenager.

Even when my family padlocked the fridge, I